A dance of branches, sea gulls call

I am clearing my desk in the Department, my door is open, as is the window, one is in a dreamy state as one makes a basic assessment of papers, to be kept or recycled, sounds from the corridor, traffic noise, footsteps in the street, and voices, the ash tree, green, a cooling breeze through the window, calm, change, the possibility of change, the wind, the metaphors, touch my brow.